"A good idea, as you say. And it will be a relief to have it over. Maybe I can arrange—"
"You needn't arrange anything. Leave it to me. I shall go to the president of the college, and put up a scheme with him—when ministers come visiting he will tip me off, and I shall personally invite them to preach. Leave it to me."
"But suppose you should miss a meeting?"
"If she does, I shall give them a lecture on the psychology of religion. I can tell them a few things that are not mentioned in the Bible, but can help to make them better Christians none the less," offered Mr. MacCammon.
"You should not suppose such things anyhow, father, it isn't ministerial. But since you hesitate to trust me alone, maybe you can let Providence and me together assume the responsibility with Mr. MacCammon to back us up."
"That puts it on a firm foundation, at least. In the meantime I shall use my eyes as little as possible—"
"Not at all! Rest them absolutely," said Mr. MacCammon quickly. "Get them in good shape for the operation. Wear the biggest, blackest glasses you can get, and do not look at a paper or book. Do not even touch your Bible."
"I know my Bible pretty well, and I can think my Scripture. But I shall miss the head-lines."
"Oh, father, let me read the paper to you every morning. I am a good reader," cried Rosalie. "I come out strong on the right words, everybody says so."